Excerpt - “I can take care of myself.” Lacey finally tugged away from him. “And you owe me for that bottle of perfume.” So much for their truce. She turned abruptly to leave.

“You little hellcat.” His tone was low; the words ground out between his teeth. Chase’s hand encircled her arm, and he jerked her back to him. “You almost blind me with that stuff, and now you expect me to replace it?” He pulled Lacey even closer, until her breasts were crushed against his unyielding, naked chest. His hands were like steel bands around the flesh of her upper arms.

She caught her breath, her heart slamming in her chest. The heat from Chase’s body seeped into hers, drawing an immediate response. Lacey felt her nipples harden and tingle with excitement.

Something hot flowed through her aroused body, pooling between her thighs. The palms of her hands flattened against his chest; the lower half of her body arched into his as lust took control of her emotions. Fear that Chase would realize what he was doing to her nearly crippled her.

“Let me go.” Oh God. Was that her weak, pitiful voice?

Without warning, Chase’s hand was at the back of her head, his fingers threading through her loose hair and twisting it into a knot. A soft cry escaped Lacey when she found her head jerked back. Lightning revealed the raw passion etched on Chase’s chiseled face. The flaring nostrils, his prominent cheekbones, and tightly drawn lips left no doubts that he was as turned on as she was. The blaze in his eyes held Lacey’s gaze captive. Filled with an unspoken promise of what was to come. She could barely take a breath when he began to lower his face. “I’ve been hard since the first time I laid eyes on you.” She felt his warm breath against her face.

“No…” Lacey’s heart was about to pound out of her chest. She should fight him, assert herself, and knee him in the groin. Something! She didn’t want this, did she? She opened her mouth to protest when he thrust his hips against her. Oh God!

“Yes!” His hoarse whisper held a hint of savageness to it, and before Lacey could do any of the things she was thinking, Chase’s mouth swooped down to steal her breath away with a scorching kiss.

She stiffened, but it didn’t last. He didn’t fight fair. While one hand held her head so he could kiss her at will, the other glided down Lacey’s back and over her bottom, squeezing a half-naked cheek while grinding his hard-on into her. A sob rose in her throat when she realized she was responding to his sexual attack and the forceful persuasion of his mouth.

“Chase,” she whispered when his mouth left hers to rain kisses down her throat. She closed her eyes and moaned, growing weak in the knees. “No…”

“No, don’t kiss you?” His lips brushed the curve of her jaw. “No, don’t touch you?” His mouth moved on to tease the flesh of her neck. Lacey trembled wildly. “No, don’t make love to you?”

Before Lacey realized his intention, he tugged at the spaghetti strap of her camisole and pulled it down until her breast was bare. The sound that escaped him left no doubt that he was close to the end of his limit. He cupped her flesh and pulled it up at the same time, lowering his head until his mouth was on her.

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Once inside the small kitchen I went to the cupboard where I knew the fucking booze was kept. I grabbed the first bottle of unopened whisky and started to reach for a glass before deciding I didn’t need it. I fucking needed more than a shot to fuel me for what I wanted to do to Rosa. I couldn’t let her get to me. I wouldn’t. We may never have acted on our feelings for each other, but we both had known they were there.

Well, the time for acknowledgement had fucking lapsed. Her betrayal sealed her fate and I was ready to make her pay. I downed about three shots worth, letting the raw burn settling in my gut fuel my hate. Running the back of my hand across my mouth I headed for the bedroom where Rosa was locked up, thinking about her pretty face as she sat on the stand condemning me. Hearing her tearful words when she’d sworn that I had done the killing, and recalling the silent plea in her eyes as she stared at me. I understood then that she didn’t believe what she was saying, yet it hadn’t stopped her from lying.

I came to her door, turned the lock and opened it. Rosa turned from the window she’d been staring out of, tear tracks lining her smooth, olive toned cheeks. Even in her disheveled state she was fucking beautiful. Her midnight hair was shiny and half tumbling down to her shoulders. I let my gaze wander lazily down her full curves, taking in the slight changes since I’d seen her last. She was soft, and ripe, and I was going to devour her.

She took a hesitant step toward me. “How many men have you fucked Rosa?” I asked from the doorway. My question startled her and she halted abruptly. I could see the confusion shimmering in her eyes. Her brows furrowed. Those sweet, full lips parted as she opened her mouth to answer, only nothing came out.

“How many men have been between your legs in the last three years?” I snarled, baring my teeth. She stepped back against the window in fear.

She began to shake her head. “No one,” she whispered. “There’s been no one since—”

“I was locked up?”

Tears swelled in her fucking eyes. “Raze, I’m so sorry—”

“No!” I was on her before she could finish. “You don’t fuckin’ get to say sorry as if that will make it all go away,” I gritted into her upraised face, upraised because my hand was in her hair, pulling her head back so she was forced to look into my eyes. “Three fucking years, Rosa. For three fucking years your lies kept me behind bars, kept me from my club.” I swung her around and crushed her against the window, moving my mouth next to her ear. “Kept me from fucking.”

Keeping her pinned, I reached for the zipper at the top of her dress and pulled it all the way down her back. When it stopped at the top of her luscious ass I took the parted material in my hands and ripped it the rest of the way open until her whole fucking backside was exposed. I ignored her gasp, taking in the smooth slopes of her rounded ass, naked because of the thong she had on. Lust slammed into me like a freight train at the sight of all that curvy flesh. I wanted to squeeze it until she was branded with the imprint of my hand, leaving no doubt who she fucking belonged to.

How many times over the last decade had I imagined fucking Rosa?

“Then I guess we’re both overdo, “I grated into her ear. Not even trying to calm the lust surging through my blood.

“No, Raze, please. Not like this,” she begged. She tried to twist away.

I easily kept her where I wanted, not letting her tearful plea stop me from doing what I wanted.

“I had my reason for what I did,” Rosa said softly, her tone conveying a resigned sadness I wanted to ignore.

“So do I,” I snarled. “It was a life sentence, Rosa. Your lies put me in prison for life, with no chance of parole. You’re just lucky three years is all I lost, and now you’re gonna pay.”

A VACATION RUINED--Heather
Woods suddenly learns her boyfriend, Connor, cancelled their summer plans.
Determined to forget about him, she visits her flaky godmother, Nerissa,
instead, for an impromptu vacation. Nerissa insists that Heather has a healing
gift, something Heather doesn’t believe. But when she experiences visions...
hallucinations... or whatever her jaunts back to Camelot are, she fears for her
sanity. Meeting a man that might actually be Merlin the magician, and his very
attractive nephew, Matthew, convince Heather that she’s in the middle of a
strange, metaphysical phenomenon.

A VACATION CHANGED--Judge Matthew Limner also finds
his vacation plans changed. He receives a call from a long-lost Uncle Mallory--so
long-lost that he hadn’t even known Mallory existed. Mallory flies in from
London, and expects to go sightseeing with Matthew. Resigned, Matthew plays the
host. First stop: the Stonehenge Memorial in southern Washington. A chance
encounter--or is it?--with Nerissa and Heather convince Matthew that something
much more than coincidence is happening in this tiny corner of the world.

SCENE SET-UP:

After just experiencing a
vision featuring Merlin the Magician, Heather Woods can't believe her eyes when
a man resembling Merlin introduces himself to her and her godmother, Nerissa.
He calls himself Mallory Limner, and also introduces his nephew, Matthew.

EXCERPT:

Nerissa
clapped her hands, which caused her many bracelets to jingle from the movement.
“I have an excellent idea. Why don’t we explore the monument with our new
friends?”

Heather
stared at her godmother. Friends?

“I’m
certain Mallory can give us his prospective on the true Stonehenge,” Nerissa
continued.

You can’t possibly be serious.

But
Nerissa was serious. She kept fondling her beaded necklace, along with
wetting her lips and darting glances at Mallory. Preening gestures.

Heather
sighed. How Nerissa could be sexually interested in a man as old as Mallory was
beyond her. Different strokes for different folks, obviously. But if this was
important to her godmother, then she really should acquiesce.

She
shrugged. “Sure. We’ll explore. Why not?”

Mallory
didn’t waste time. He extended his arm to Nerissa. “Come, my lady. Let us
peruse these sacred stones while I regale you with tales of the Druids.”

Off
the two of them went, leaving Heather in the dust. But that was just as well.
Being in that man’s company set her teeth on edge. Since she usually was so
easygoing, it was hard to reconcile her abnormal behavior.

She
flipped back hair. Perhaps it was she who should be sent to the time-out
corner.

Turning
to go back to the lawn chair and her sketchpad, she was stopped by a touch on
her arm.

“I
believe the idea is that you and I pair up as well.” Matthew Limner gazed down
at her, looking less green than he had before. “Just for the duration of this
visit, of course. Unless you have other plans?”

She
flushed. She’d forgotten about him. Although on any other day, that would’ve
been extremely difficult to do. Square-jawed, dark wavy hair, and peek-a-boo
dimples, he was a very handsome man. From her height, she had an excellent view
of his prominent Adam’s apple.

Her
preferences in men were California types, though. Athletic, blond,
devil-may-care. Like Connor, and that man she’d met yesterday--one of Nerissa’s
new clients. A man with shoulder pain--Desmond Redmord. He certainly had been
of the finger-licking-good variety.

If
she’d been interested to taste. Right now, she wasn’t--not tasting any man.

And
Matthew? She looked him up and down. There was something stuffy about him.
Something patronizing. Something that made her stomach churn.

“Look,
I’m not interested in--”

“In
being polite?” He shifted his gaze away from her, and instead, concentrated on
the ring of heavy blocks resting on top of the solid ones.

He
was right. She was being rude. She had no call to take her anger out on him--a
stranger.

“I’m
sorry. Really. This has been quite a bizarre day. Actually it’s been a strange
few days.”

Taking
a technique she used on her students when they got into arguments, she took a
deep breath, released it, then held out her hand. “Let’s start over. Hello, I’m
Heather Woods.”

His
gaze flickered over her. Then he smiled briefly, which dimpled his cheeks.
“Nice to meet you, Heather. I’m Matthew. Matthew Limner.” He stressed
his last name.

She
grinned back. “Yeah, sorry. I was an ass about it, wasn’t I?”

He
strolled forward at a leisurely pace, walking around the inside of the concrete
slabs. “I wouldn’t phrase it in those words, Heather.”

Following
alongside him, she walked in the shade. “No, I didn’t think you would.”